Over hills and uplands high Hurry me, Nymphs! O, hurry me! Where green Earth from azure sky Seems but one blue step to be; Where the sun his wheel of gold Burnishes deeply in her mould, And her shining walks uneven Seem declivities of Heaven. Come! where high Olympus nods, Groundsill to the hall of gods! Let us through the breathless air Soar insuperable, where Audibly in mystic ring The angel orbs are heard to sing; And from that bright vantage ground Viewing nether heaven profound, Mark the eagle near the sun Scorching to gold his pinions dun; With fleecy birds of paradise Upfloating to their native skies; Or hear the wild swans far below Faintly whistle as they row Their course on the transparent tide That fills the hollow welkin wide! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LADY'S TEARS by JOHN DOWLAND JILTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN EARNEST SUIT [TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORESAKE HIM] by THOMAS WYATT IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN; A SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON |